Chapter 51

“Alasdair…”

“I don’t want someone in my house who thinks I’m unnatural and abnormal and that my relationship with my partner is anything but the best thing that ever happened to me,” Ali hissed harshly, not wanting Yazid to hear him, but footsteps sounded in the hall, and Yazid materialized in his chef’s whites, Moxie purring in his arms.

“Oh,” he said. “Hi, Violet.”

“You ought to go now,” Ali repeated coldly.

“Alasdair…”

“Now.”

Yazid’s face creased. “What’ve I missed?”

“Nothing,” Ali snapped. “Mum, go.”

Violet sighed, and tapped one of the pamphlets she had brought with her before setting it on the table. “Think on it.”

“Just get out,” Ali said bitterly. His chest hurt. His face hurt, hot under the skin. The kitchen was swimming.